Hostage

12. "Everyone's after her, Styles"

A blaring alarm had my ears ringing, and that's when the man at the top of the stairs really started panicking. He cursed before charging down the stairs, eyeing me with an expression that told me he probably wasn't supposed to be down here with me.

Before I could even blink he'd cut the ropes around my ankles and was dragging my up the stairs, my wrists still bound at the front. "What are you doing?" I muttered as I dug my feet in the ground, halting his movements.

Shouts echoed up the stairs and his eyes widened in panic. "Shut the fuck up and walk" His clammy palms gripped my chin roughly. "You're coming with me"

"Why?"

"Because"

"I'm not moving until you tell me why"

But my threat was empty because then he pulled out a rag from his pocket twisted it. He was going to gag me. Shit. What do I do? Let him take me? Maybe while we're going to wherever he's taking me I can try to escape. But what if that doesn't work and wherever he's taking me is a lot worse then this place.

I decided that maybe I should stay here -where I'm familiar with what's going on. For all I know this place that he's taking me to could be a lot worse then what I have here. Harry, Louis, and Zayn are horrible but Liam and Niall feed me, and give me entertainment....and a bed. And they're sorta nice I guess.

Before he had the chance to shove the makeshift gag in my mouth I screamed the only person who I was 100% sure could get me out of this situation "HARRY!!!"

"HARR-" I was cut off when he shoved the rag into my mouth, and slammed me back against the door that leads to the basement. The man backhanded me so hard I went flying to the left, landing on the hard concrete of the kitchen.

"Get the fuck up" He spit. "I'm sure these boys have gone at you worse" He growled. The only problem was....I landed on my wrist in an awkward position and I was sure I'd heard a crack when I fell.

I whimpered loudly, voice muffled through the gag. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He chanted before hauling my body up. I swayed on my feet slightly, holding my bonded hands to my chest. Tears clouded my vision as I was tugged to stand in front of my new captor, used as a shield as he navigated me in the direction of the front door.

I couldn't be happier to hear the sounds of paws scraping against the surface of the tiles in the kitchen. "Ahhh shit" The guy shouted, his grip on the back of my shirt loosening before disappearing completely.

I turned around and gasped when I saw that he was on the ground, hands up in surrender as he cowered away from the two dogs. His position was similar to mine when I was the target in their eyes.

Harry and Louis rounded the corner then, Harry demanding the dogs to go away while Louis grabbed the man on the ground and shoved him up against the wall.

Harry noticed my tears, eyebrows pulling together in confusion before walking over to me and shoving me behind his back as he and Louis faced the man shoved up against the wall. "Fuck you Louis" He was mumbling.